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He Yifan's eyes dimmed a lot, and an inexplicable uneasiness made it difficult for him to control his emotions: "Shen Qianqing, why did you want to pass? How can you pass?"

In five years, nearly two thousand sex nights, every minute and every second of him was spent in torment, how could she say it was over so lightly?

If time is the best medicine for healing and forgetting love, why can she say "it's over" so calmly. But he can't forget the little things that were together no matter what.

In the silent night, in the rain when a person revisits his old place, those memories always remind him that he has lost his beloved woman.

The long period of time not only did not make these feelings fade, but became more and more intense like old wine.

"Shen Qianqing, are you in love with someone else?" He Yifan said in a deep voice, staring at the woman in front of him with burning eyes, the hand holding her shoulder trembled slightly.

Shen Qianqing felt the pain from her shoulder, and sighed lightly: "I don't want to be with you, it has nothing to do with whether I fall in love with someone else."

The summer rain always comes so suddenly, crackling and banging on their car windows, as if they want to come in and peep inside.

"Yes or not?" He Yifan asked persistently, there were thick dark clouds in his eyes, layer upon layer, very heavy.

Shen Qianqing sighed helplessly, she really couldn't understand why this man got into a dead end, she didn't want to be with him, could it be because of other men?

"If I say 'yes' to wake you up from this paranoid insistence, then 'yes'." Shen Qianqing said lightly: "Do you think this is okay?"

The car suddenly became quiet, He Yifan's eyes were sharp as if he could kill someone, Shen Qianqing couldn't help but shuddered in his heart, the look on his face was still calm, but his voice was a bit astringent: "Yes Have you let me go?"

Slowly loosening his hands, He Yifan pretended to turn around, and punched the steering wheel with his fist, making a muffled sound when his muscles hit the hard object.

"What are you doing?" Shen Qianqing's eyes fell on He Yifan's bleeding right hand: "Don't you take good care of yourself, do you still expect others to love you?"

He Yifan couldn't help sneering: "Shen Qianqing, is your heart really getting cold? Does it mean that no matter what I do, it can't warm your heart? Tell me, what exactly do you want, as long as you say it , as long as I have it, I will not be stingy."

Shen Qianqing, what do you want?

How happy would she be if he asked her like this five years ago?

She will definitely caress her slightly protruding breasts with joy, and say with a sweet smile, "I just want us to be together well."

It's a pity that all the feelings and affection are five years late.

When she was weak and helpless, he didn't give her such warmth. Now that she is strong enough to take good care of herself and protect herself, what's the use of these romantic words?

"When I was very thirsty, I said I wanted a glass of boiled water. Your lofty heart did not take into account your humble request." Shen Qianqing looked at He Yifan who was staring blankly at him and said softly: "In order to survive, I have to work hard. Let yourself be able to endure hunger and thirst and then find a source of water that will keep you alive."

He Yifan was slightly taken aback, not understanding what Shen Qianqing's words meant, he couldn't help frowning, but still listened patiently and earnestly.